Back in 1982, I was a PFC in the US Army. I was stationed in a little town called Erlangen in Bavaria, part of what was West Germany at the time (Mr. Gorbachev hadn’t torn down that wall yet.)
I was nominally in charge of a repair shop for tank turret optics & electronics. We had a platoon sergeant, but he had been arrested for bringing half a kilo of Lebanese blonde hashish on post and spent the entire time I was stationed there at Manheim awaiting court martial. The optics in tank turrets being rather robust, we rarely had anything to repair, and the lack of supervision meant that we were pretty much left to our own devices. We played a lot of spades, slept away entire days on parts shelves, and generally did nothing of use to the US Army.
My “command” consisted of myself and two other solders, one male and one female. Jason and Elli were recently married, both 19 years old, and both dedicated stoners. Some of that lebanese blonde hash had been bought on consignment for them. I rarely toked up, mainly because I wasn’t good at maintaining my equilibrium while high.
I was a skinny nebbish type, nerdy to the core. We had an old field artillery computer (the kind that calculated trajectories and such for big howitzers) that I took apart and re-programmed to play Mastermind and a couple of card games (Old Maid, Go Fish, etc.) For that reason, and because I was a fairly voracious reader, I had been nicknamed the “Professor.”
Jason was a bit of a pervert, and Elli was no better. The first time we went to a German Schwimbad (public swimming pool), Jason made Elli go topless and walk around so that all the other soldiers from our post could see her tits. When he saw that it made me uncomfortable (I had to work with her, after all), he started doing similar things back at our shop.
Our “shop” as we called it, was located in what had been a storage room at the back of the attic of an old Germain army repair facility. To reach us, you had to walk up four stories’ worth of stairs, cross a cat-walk over a row of enormous tank-repair bays, and then thread your way through a dimly-lit storage area packed to the ceiling with decades-old part crates, cammo netting, tents, and such. At the back of all that was a door with a 30-watt lightbulb illuminating a smudged sign stenciled with “Turret Optics and Electronics Repair.” It was a Dutch-style door. Theoretically, we were supposed to keep the upper half open during business hours, but Jason usually made Elli go “tits-out” all day so I kept it closed. Jason would have preferred to keep it open so that the first thing any (unlikely) visitor would see was Elli’s perky C-cups resting on the shelf of the lower half of the door. But our LT stopped by now and then, and he probably would have taken issue with Jason’s approach to customer satisfaction.
Both of them, though Jason especially, liked to tease me about my status as a virgin. It was bad enough that as a PFC I had very limited command influence over them. There wasn’t really anything I could do about his making Elli spend her days in various levels of undress. Short of ratting them out, my only option was to cajole and plead and make predictions about what would happen if they got caught. And since we had more than ample warning that someone was approaching due to the catwalk being hellishly noisy and the attic floor making footsteps boom like a herd of elephants, getting caught really wasn’t a possibility.
Jason and Elli never had sex while I was around, but I know they went at it like bunnines whenever I was away. As shop lead, I had to attend two daily status meetings. Invariably when I returned, the shop would smell like wet pussy. Once a week or so, Elli would have cum dripping from her face or tits.
My objections and observations about their behavior only resulted in worse teasing. If I told Elli to “put a top on,” she’d strip off completely. If I told Jason to stop playing with his wife’s tits, he’d stick his hand down her pants and fingerbang her until she came.
In September, about six months after this all started, a few events interrupted our idyllic existence. The first was a domestic abuse charge against Jason. The details were sketchy, but apparently they’d gotten into an argument in their barracks room (on-post housing was impossible to get for a couple of E2’s). Jason had popped her one in the jaw, resulting in a nasty bruise for Elli and a loss of a stripe and a trip to the hoosegow for Jason The second was an annual field exercise in the woods of Germany, for which our company was to provide repair support. It was decided that Jason would represent the shop, receiving faulty equipment at a field repair site and ferrying it back to Elli and me for fixing. The idea being that an extended absence would possibly do the volitile couple some good.
On the day that the battalion left, Jason called me over and put his arm across my shoulder. “Professor,” he said, “I fucked up pretty bad. You gotta take care of my wife for me. You have to promise me- you fuck her mouth or her ass every single day.”
I told him I wasn’t going to mess around with another man’s wife. He’d been offering to have Elli to suck me off all summer long, and I’d never taken it up with him before had I?
“This is different,” he said. “If she doesn’t get laid regular, she’ll end up fucking some asshole from the 50th (the Infantry battalion that we shared the post with). We’re already just about ready to get a divorce. If she fucks some other guy, I don’t know what I’d do.”
I pointed out that *I* was “some other guy” too, but he insisted I didn’t count because we were all friends, Elli really liked me and I’d always been a good guy. He could trust me not to try to steal her away from him.
He added “Her pussy is mine, though. If I hear you fucked her pussy, I’ll kill you.” And then he drove off in our shop’s jeep.
When I got back upstairs, Elli was sitting in our one desk chair, topless and grinning goofily.
Elli was 19 years old, with reddish brown hair that was curlier than a terrier’s. Her eyes were blue (and pretty once she took off those horrible Army-issue glasses they made us myopes and presbyopes wear). She had a cute little pug nose and beestung lips that Jason would often point out and say “imagine those fat lips on your cock.” To be honest, I imagined it quite frequently. She had a medium build, toned from daily PT (about the only thing our company was good at), and a nicely rounded ass. Her breasts were well formed and about a C-cup with nice little nipples that were almost always erect despite the cloying heat in our attic shop. They were set high on her breasts, giving them a happy perky look. I’d gotten comfortable enough with her going topless in the shop that I’d stopped averty my gaze *all* the time and occasionally even given them a long hard stare, usually when she and Jason were both asleep on the parts shelves. She caught me at it once and didn’t say a word, but instead reached up to lightly brush her nipples until they were hard and crinkly and then close her eyes and go back to sleep.
When I shut the door behind me, she said “Did Jason tell you?”
I nodded, and said “He said something stupid about us having sex. Forget it. You two might be having issues right now, but I don’t sleep with other guys’ wifes.”
“Don’t you think you’re being unfair?” she asked. “If I get caught with anyone else, the whole post is going to know about it. Everyone will call me a slut. Jason will probably beat the shit out of me & get thrown in jail and kicked out of the Army. Think about it- he doesn’t have any skills, won’t have the GI bill to get college, won’t be able to find a job. How’s he supposed to support me and whatever kids we have?”
“All right, fine.” I said. “I’m pretty sure you two are just fucking with me to see how far I’ll go, but whatever. Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.”
Her face lit up with a huge smile. “You’ve seen Jason finger fuck me on how many occasions, and you think you’re calling a bluff? Come here and sit down on the desk in front of me.
Still sure she’d back down, I stepped past her and sat on the desk, centering myself over the lap drawer.
Elli scooted forward in the squeaky desk chair and fiddled with the controls until it dropped down to where her face was level with my crotch. Then she unbuckled my uniform pants and unbuttoned the fly. “Wow,” she said after pulling out my cock. “You’re way bigger than Jason I don’t know if I can get this all the way down my throat, but I’ll try.”
Two seconds later, her big soft lips were fetched up against the base of my cock, and the head was about as deep as it’s ever been in a woman’s throat. She pulled up, licking the underside and then plunged my cock into her throat again and again at a furious pace. Maybe five minutes later, I shot a huge load of cum directly down her throat. She kept her lips firmly pressed against the base as I came, milking me with swallowing motions as I oozed cum into her.
After I’d finished, she rested her head on my thigh and gently sucked the head of my cock. “That was pretty good,” she said, “but I’m pretty sure you’ve got a lot more saved up.” And after a few minutes she went back to some very enthusiastic deep throating.
Have you ever had a blowjob that literally lasted all day? That was pretty much how it was that morning and afternoon. Aside from bathroom breaks and a lunch run made awkward by an inconvenient but insistant boner, my cock was either shooting cum into her mouth or doing its damndest to try almost the entire time. I’d never had so much as a handjob in my life before. I came nine times that day.
After dinner, Elli invited me to their barracks room and sucked me off before bed. I had never heard of the term “a dry cum” before, but I was so spent that it took her a foreversworth of vigorous sucking for a virtually semen-less orgasm.
The next day was more of the same, with occasional breaks for me to learn how to fingerfuck and eat pussy (apparently only cocks were on Jason’s prohibited list). Elli seemed content- even insistent- to have my cock in her mouth the entire day. “I always sleep with Jason in my mouth or ass,” she explained. “He cums, and then I suck on it all night. Jason loves it when he wakes up and I still have cum in my mouth.”
I got to experience that unique sensation myself that weekend. It was Friday evening, and Elli invited me back to their barracks room around 11pm. I had assumed she wanted a quick BJ, but she made me get naked and climb under the sheets with her. The previous evenings’ “good night blowjobs” had been fast, deep, and engineered to get the cum out of me as quickly as possible. This one was different. She started slow, sucking just the balls for what seemed like an eternity. My cock, by now used to (and very enthusiastic about) the sensation of spewing cum deep inside her throat, was jumping around impatiently. She took her time, though, teasing up and down the shaft, never touching the hugely engorged head. Then, just when I couldn’t take it any more, she plunged the lengh of me straight down- and didn’t move. The sensation of her hot tight throat gripping and releasing my cock was maddening. I nearly shot my wad without her moving an inch!
Slowly and gradually, she began thrusting me in and out of her throat, pausing for agonizingly long periods with me deeply ensconced in her esophagus. She increased her pace and intensity little by little, never letting me get too close to cumming. When I would almost reach the point of no return, she would pull off and go back to licking and sucking on my balls or rubbing the shaft against the velvety cushion of her lips. Then as soon as I had regained my composure, she would return to deep luxuriously sucking.
“Cum in my mouth, not my throat,” she said when she knew I could not take it any longer. “I want to taste it, all night.”
That was enough for me. I’d lost count of how many loads she’d swallowed that day, but that final one was as huge as any I’ve ever shot before or since. Her mouth was full and then some.
Elli kept the head of my cock in her mouth until I finished shooting and then plunged it in to the hilt. She sucked my cum slickened cock over and over again, deepthroating me every time. After a while, the cum formed a kind of milky froth, like egg whites whipped into a merengue. I guess that’s what she was going for because at that point she swung around until she was in “69” position and pulled me up onto my side. Then, arranging my lower leg so that it formed a sort of pillow for her head, she took my cock deeply into her throat and closed her eyes.
Despite knowing what she had planned, it seemed a little unnatural to me. But the angle felt great and also allowed her to breathe while my cock was fully inserted in her throat. And as a bonus, it seemed like her lips pushed up against my pubic bone just enough to “stopper” my cum in her mouth. I spent probably an hour marveling at the sight and sensation of a woman fast asleep with my cock and cum in her mouth and then shade took my eyes and I was out cold.
I woke to the feeling of Elli suckling like a calf on its mother’s udder. She was looking up at me and making little “mmm” noises as if what she was doing was deeply satisfying. I raised my head and awkwardly squinted at the alarm clock. It was 4AM. Elli gazed up at me and sucked on my cum for nearly an hour before falling back asleep.
I woke again a couple of hours later. Elli was jamming my cock over and over into her throat this time. The previous evening’s thick cum was frothing out of the corners of her mouth. She had to pause every so often to lick up some that had escaped. She was flicking her clit with her free hand, shuddering to an orgasm of her own every few minutes. Whether it was the sight of her desperately milking me or the rock-hard morningwood erection, I have no idea. But in almost no time, I added an enormous fresh load to the one already in her mouth.
Elli held me there for another few minutes, allowing my cock to gradually detumesce on its own. Then with a wicked smile, she gulped down the two loads she had harvested nearly nine hours apart and said “thanks! You have the sweetest cum I’ve ever tasted.”
The field exercise lasted six weeks, during which time I had my cock in Elli’s mouth or ass a good portion out of every day. I slept with my cock- and a load of my cum- in her mouth or ass just about every night as well. When Jason came back, they reconciled briefly but then separated. Jason was reassigned to the states roughly a month later, and I had a short but intense affair with Elli. It ended, badly, after I cheated on her with a tall and incredibly beautiful German girl. Elli opted out of re-enlistment and left the Army shortly after that.
To this day, I’m not 100% sure if Jason ever really *made* Elli go topless or suck me off while he was on field exercise. He certainly seemed to be in charge, but Elli never once hesitated and seemed more than enthusiastic about teasing me by shaking her tits or sitting on the desk with her pussy spread wide open. They were an intense couple, to be sure.
I never found a woman willing to suck on my cock & cum while she slept. A few serious girlfriends gave it a try, usually making it through one or maybe two nights but not enjoying it much. A girl I was engaged to was gracious enough to do it once or twice a month and even learned to take an occasional cock up her ass while she slept. But we broke it off (for unrelated reasons). I was lucky enough to marry a girl willing to do some extended post-orgasmic sucking, and I’ve always enjoyed the sight of her working a mouthful of cum into a froth before swallowing it. But I never met anyone who enjoyed (or was compelled to) sucking cock for as long and as often as Elli did. I’ve often wondered whatever became of her, and I’ll always even whatever man she ended up with just a little.
As a bizarre coda to this story, I *did* run into Jason many years later. We must have been around 35 years old at the time. I saw this tall lanky good-looking cowboy coming out of a supermarket in El Paso, Tx. We looked at each other, both trying to figure out how we knew each other. Then recognition came simultaneously, and he greeted me with gusto. He’d sort of drifted after getting kicked out of the Army (he didn’t mention for what), working in and eventually owning a strip club, DJ’ing for a while in a club in DC, and finally settling down to grow chilli peppers someplace in New Mexico. By unspoken agreement, we neither of us mentioned Elli. He had some business in town, but we met up at a hotel bar later on that evening. Jason hadn’t lost his charm or magnatism or whatever you call it. There was a trio of very married ladies in the only other occupied booth at the bar, and Jason had them in his spell almost immediately. He made huge jokes and asked outrageously improper questions, causing the women (probably all in their 40’s and desperate for the attention their husbands never gave them) to laugh cautiously at first but then with wild abandon.
He turned to one and asked “have you ever been fucked in the ass?” She sputtered indignantly and said she “wasn’t that kind of woman.” To which he countered that she was missing out of the best thing of her life. They went back and forth like that for a while, and then he said “I’ll prove it. Let’s get a room right now.” And damnded if she didn’t let him take her by the hand and go out to the hotel lobby.
I never found out how things turned out. The awkwardness of sitting there with the two other woman while their also-married friend went upstairs for an impromptu pipe cleaning was just too weird for me. So I just picked up the tab and left the bar. And that was the last time I saw Jason. He’d be in his late 50’s now, if he hasn’t been shot for plundering some married woman’s nether caverns. Despite all the madness, I wish him well.